Forever&Always <3

Chapter 4

"Baby its 3:30, this dinna is finna start at 4, and ya watchin' Love and Hip Hop?" Chris asked. I smiled at him and said. "Nobody fucks wit Love and Hip Hop Chris, and you know this to" I said. He chuckled and said. "But on some real shit ma, we can't be late" he said leavin' me to watch my show. When the commercial came on, I got dressed in a Leopard printed jean vest , Bustier High Low dress, Chanel Casette tape clutch,  Diamond stud earrings, and Leopard printed flats. Yes, flats, I can't stand heels, but I wear em some times. I spritz on some Coco Chanel perfume, and added my red lip stick.  Chris was down stairs talkin' on his phone. I checked the clock, which read 3:45. I had about 10 minutes. I flipped the tv back open and Chris walked in. "Leggo" he said. I groaned and said. "But it was gettin' good" I said turnin' it off. "Ma stop whinin'" he said foldin' his lips down. I rolled my eyes, closed the tv and walked out. "Ya a big baby" he said slappin' my ass. I looked at him and tried not to laugh. He smirked as we walked outside to his car.

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I have to admit tho , this place is the shit. it was Huge! no words to describe. Chris walked over to his niggas, and I walked over to my girls. "¿que está usted buscando bueno para mami " Hope asked as I walked over. " Para Basta no espero que bueno" I said laughin'. "This party is live" Diamond said breakin' the spanish flow.  "Word, and I thought this was a dinner" I said takin' a sin from my Grey Goose drink. Then these fine ass niggas rolled in, with some fresh ass leader, who Diamond embraced. "Aight chall, this is ma man Kamoni" Diamond said way to proudly. "Hey" I said huggin' him. He was fine tho, he was like the older version of Justin Combs. Point blank, my guy is fine. "Dayum Diamond, he is turnin' niggas on!" Hope said. Diamond shook her head and said. ''él es mío". "We know" I said rollin' my eyes. Finnally my song, Trupet Lights by Chris Brown came on, and me and my girls were doin' our bronx wine routine, yeah, we dance part time, but that's on the low key side. Soon we had a huge audience, and people were throwin' money and shit. Chris came behind me and said. "Get cha pretty ass off this stage," he said. I rolled my eyes and walked off. The fuck is his problem?. "What's good wit chu?" I asked. "Cause you aint no stripper Slimm" he said shakin' his head. "No shit Chris, we was just dancin''' I said not gettin' the point. He does the bronx wine to, like fuck is he sayin'?.  "You just don't get it" Chris said walkin' away.